She waited for him impatiently till night,
and could not imagine what made him stay away from her so long.
When it was quite dark, and she could hear no news of him, she fell
into violent grief; she cursed the talisman, and the man that made
it. She could not imagine how her talisman should have caused the
prince's separation from her: she did not however lose her
judgment, and came to a courageous decision as to what she should
do.
She only and her women knew of the prince's being gone; for his men
were asleep in their tents. The princess, fearing they would betray
her if they had any knowledge of it, moderated her grief, and
forbade her women to say or do anything that might create the least
suspicion. She then laid aside her robe, and put on one of Prince
Camaralzaman's, being so like him that next day, when she came out,
his men took her for him.
She commanded them to pack up their baggage and begin their march;
and when all things were ready, she ordered one of her women to go
into her litter, she herself mounting on horseback, and riding by
her side.
They travelled for several months by land and sea; the princess
continuing, the journey under the name of Camaralzaman.
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